Just over a year ago, I was on my way to de-stuffifying my condo. I had made excellent progress. Here’s a short history of how I came to be in this current predicament:
I moved from Virginia to Florida in 2000. As I contemplated the move, I decided that this was the perfect time to downsize. You see, I was moving down to take care of my mom and I knew that she had lots of stuff too and if I gave my version away, I could always borrow hers.
So… I’m happy to say that through yard sales, donations and trips to the dumpster, I rid myself of approximately half my stuff back then. And, when I set up my condo (one floor below my mom’s), I was thrilled with the result. It was zen-like in its simplicity.
Fast forward a few years. My mother had passed away and I had crammed her stuff and my stuff into one condo. At first, I didn’t mind, but eventually I needed to take a more realistic look at what I had. Did I really need all this STUFF. The condo was no longer zen-like. Far from it. It was heavy and all the STUFF seemed to press down on me.
So… I set about, with the help of some friends, de-stuffifying my surroundings.
2/2015 – My brother came to stay a couple of days. He decided to empty the frig and pantry of all of their contents. That gave me the start I needed.
2/2015 – Nancy came to stay with me for a week. She completely gutted the kitchen and a couple of closets of all the STUFF there. Wow… no turning back. Now I had a full-fledged downsizing project underway.
3/2015 – In March and April, Gina the Magnificent helped me de-STUFF the rest of the condo room by room.
I WAS SITTING PRETTY…. AND EVERYTHING SEEMED LIGHT AND AIRY AT LAST.
1/2016 – things began to unravel... For several years, I have rented a studio down on the river for my art and writing endeavors. It was a great place and, as an artist, I had, over time, loaded it with all the tools of the trade. Unfortunately, my landlord decided to sell the building and it was no longer available to artists. I moved all that STUFF home and fit it into the condo — helter-skelter — wherever I could.
Life’s a cycle, isn’t it? So here I sit with the STUFF stashed as best I could, but I’m feeling the weight of it again and must do something to tame it, whittle it down, and in some cases obliterate it.
That’s the background. I hope you’ll come along with me on this journey and use the comments to tell some stories of your own and to pass along any advice you might have.
I do appreciate your presence. Keeping me company just might…..
save my sanity…
NEXT TIME: The Plan
On another note… of course it is Sunday and I can’t let that keep us from the Sunday Selfie Blog Hop put on by The Cat on My Head blog.
Here’s a selfie of the boys for this week.